Initials
By Dion O’Reilly
Once my father shot at me
from a block away. Bullets
spit at my feet, struck a mailbox,
pinged like a broken bell. … More Initials
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By Dion O’Reilly
Once my father shot at me
from a block away. Bullets
spit at my feet, struck a mailbox,
pinged like a broken bell. … More Initials
By Alivia Vaughns I’m at a concert and the main singer comes on and talks about the next song and how they found a gun in their father’s sock drawer and I’m standing there in shock because apparently I’ve never listened closely to the lyrics though I should’ve known with a title like “Gun Song” … More Gun Song
By Candice Kelsey
Take back the Izhmash Saigon 12-gauge semiautomatic shotgun, … More A Poem for Today, Lord
By Boyd Bauman The unimaginable became reality again. According to script, a loner from society’s fringe thrust himself into the spotlight with the usual Second Amendment props. But this time, it was the aftermath that shocked a nation. What was it cracked the jade of American conscience? What was it made the leader of the … More The Right to Keep and Bear Reason
By Austin Davis All the kids are picking flowers but they wouldn’t dare plant them. It’s too late in the day for beauty to grow from nothing. There’s not nearly enough time before the bullets will start to rain like words of hate on a swing set and the class will have to count the … More Words from a Student
By Elizabeth Cohen Early Bow fire-spiced wind, shadow paths distant reports shudder and holler out the valley news what is it about autumn the spilled mustard light buck droppings littering the scape Crossbow over the loon hills they find the shy ones hiding Youth hunt chewing gum, boot crunch wrinkle wrappers untethered sunrise … More Deer Season
By Linda Eve Diamond We the Grieving hold candlelight vigils, voices and moments of silence spinning through darkness—as gun deaths mount and children practice active shooter drills We the Tired Masses petition, speak, write and sing to the choir, cry and shout into videos, microphones, megaphones mementos, stuffed bears and pillows We the Calculated Risks … More We the Grieving
By Margaret Koger Families that shoot together rock. Your first gun could have been a gift from Grandpa. Family heirloom guns should be hung over the fireplace. Boys and girls will love mini-model birthday guns. Five Alive! Pick one with a fun name: Cricket Savage Rascal Scout. You give a kid a gun and teach the … More A Guide to Guns for Fun
By Adam Grabowski I’m bulletproof, nothing to lose fire away, fire away. Titanium — David Guetta ft. Sia I want to be bulletproof, she says, from the … More The Plan
By Hope Gast About the Author Hope Gast is a junior Chemistry major at the University of Pittsburgh. This erasure poem was written using an article on the NRA’s website, “10 Reasons to Own an AR-15” as the source.